Brooke’s mind went blank, muddled with confusion as she stared at Leonidas’ figure in the doorway. However, she still felt the painful pressure of his stiff c**k inside of her.
Dropping the bag of groceries in his hand, Leonidas lunged toward them, his gray eyes flashing silver as he tackled the man behind her. She cried out at the rough withdrawal, her skirts falling back down to cover herself up. She turned and pressed her back against the cold metal wall of the shipping container as she stared on in horror at the scene unfolding on the floor.
Leonidas was laying a series of heavy blows across the face of the man pinned beneath him, but that man was also Leonidas.
I don’t understand…
With every punch that Leonidas laid down, the man on the floor begin to shift and change. His curly
